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One Me Mad at the Other Me
Spice-Like Smoking Blends (Smokin Dragon 7x Ultra))
by aventurine
Citation:   aventurine. "One Me Mad at the Other Me: An Experience with Spice-Like Smoking Blends (Smokin Dragon 7x Ultra)) (exp96100)". Erowid.org. Jan 20, 2020. erowid.org/exp/96100

 
DOSE:
1 - 4 hit smoked Products - Spice-Like Smoking Blends

BODY WEIGHT: 198 lb


This is the first time I have ever tried any of this synthetic cannabis product that is all over the news nowadays.

First, a little background. I am experienced with various different substances, but had to stop everything except cigarettes and alcohol back in 2005. All the beer I have been drinking drove my BMI up to 36 and made me borderline diabetic, so the decision has been made to stop drinking for now.

In the meantime, I decided to try out the herbal incense for a while to see if it would get me a decent buzz. I know now, I should have designated a sitter. But the fact that I smoke this is my dirty little secret. No one knows I do it.
the fact that I smoke this is my dirty little secret. No one knows I do it.


It was a Sunday afternoon, I had just left work for the day. I stopped by a little smoke shop on the way home and perused the list they gave me, in the order of weakest to strongest. I decided to pick a name from the middle of the list, Smokin Dragon 7x ultra.

I packed a big bowl and took the first hit. Shortly after I exhaled the hit, I could feel it. I don’t know if the high felt similar to a pot high because it had been too long since I smoked it. But this was making me feel…different. I lay down in my bed in front of the tv. Caught on Camera on MSNBC is on, but I’m barely paying attention at this point. I took 2 or 3 more hits, put it away, and lay back down on the bed. My eyes were locked onto the ceiling, I could feel myself sweating, and had the feeling that I might throw up. Although I didn’t throw up, I should have taken that as a warning for the next night.

Monday night I picked it up again after work. I started taking approximately one hit every hour or so, starting at 5pm. By 7 or 8 pm (that’s only 2 or 3 hits), I was trying to sleep on the living room floor in front of the tv. I could feel the contents of my stomach rising up, and quickly headed to the bathroom. This happened about 2 more times within about an hour. This sent my husband out of the bedroom to check on me. I looked at him, recognize him, but part of me was unfamiliar with his face. He said I was slurring my words, eyes rolling to the back of my head when I try to talk. He almost took me to the hospital, but I insisted on going to sleep. After a nap for a couple of hours, I felt much better, but still a bit out of it. I knew now that I had to learn to pace myself.

The next morning, I took a hit in the car before going into the building at work. When I got in there, I went straight to doing my normal routine for Tuesday morning. Made a cup of hot tea, headed for my locker to put away my things and grab my headset. As I’m down there at the locker, suddenly it looks foreign to me. I cant remember where I am at all. I read the lettering on the door to see if it will help me make sense of it. Nope. I look down at the floor and see my purse and lunchbox. I start to wonder, is this really a job I have or am I just dreaming. Suddenly, the part of me who knew where I was showed back up, but she was not completely in control this time. As I went to lock up and go to the time clock, my mind stopped me and said, “remember this”. The locker closed again. “Remember this”. Ok, can I go now? “You need to really remember this”. As I’m walking to the clock, my brain is being zapped repeatedly. With each zap, I am being thrown bits of information about where I am, how to swipe my time card, and where I go sit down every day. It was the modern, cautious, paranoid version of myself trying to control the situation so no one would be suspicious. I just remember thinking “Please stop shocking me, I know this is important to you.” I couldn’t remember my password to get into the computer. This apparently cost me about 10minutes as I tried to summon the Me Who Knew Where I Was, the one who does this routine every day.

On Tuesday nights I always manicure and paint my nails. I decided to at least start that before picking up the bowl again. I sat there sober, removed the old polish, filed them, buffed them, pushed back the cuticles. Right before I started the base coat, I hit the bowl once. There I was, painting my nails. By the time I was halfway through the 1st coat of color, I felt strange looking down at my hands. It felt as though I was forcing myself to paint my nails. I swear I could even feel the muscles pulling as I worked.

It was then that I realized I was splitting. All of the inner parts of my personality were revealing themselves to me. I am both disturbed and intrigued by this.

Today I took one hit in the morning before work, and another during my first break (3 hours later). That part of the day went of uneventfully, and I was thankful for it. During my lunch break I ate some apple slices and took a small hit off the bowl about 5 minutes before going back in. I remember climbing the stairs, and a girl stopping to ask me if I was ok. I looked at her and said I was ok. But I couldn’t remember now if “this was really the world I should be in”. I felt like I had been traveling on different planes of existence and trying to find the “correct” one.
I felt like I had been traveling on different planes of existence and trying to find the “correct” one.
When I got up to my locker, I had the vague sensation that I was supposed to be there, but when I looked at my keys, none of them would open my locker. This is because I always wear that key around my neck. But I couldn’t remember that, and I just sat there until someone came up and helped me. I quickly retreated to the safety of my desk. My supervisor was now concerned about me, wondering what happened. I got to go home early.

On the way home, I stopped at another smoke shop and picked up something called XXX Game Over. I haven’t tried it yet, it’s in the bowl ready to go. But that will be another story.

Exp Year: 2012ExpID: 96100
Gender: Female 
Age at time of experience: 33 
Published: Jan 20, 2020Views: 408
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